After handing over their posts, the three senior brothers left. In the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, only Lin Xuan was left.
Fortunately, he had lived this kind of life for more than half a year and was already used to it. Most of the time, guarding the mountain gate was a very leisurely thing.
It was only during the New Year that it would be busier, because many devotees would go up the mountain to burn incense and pray.
As usual, he first cultivated his Qi, breathing, and breathing. He absorbed the purple qi between heaven and earth at dawn to nourish his Qi and blood.
He circulated the fourth-level Qi Refinement Art, and his abdomen swelled. He breathed in the clear air and exhaled the turbid air in his body.
The cycle was a small cycle.
However, when he was meditating, he would also divert some of his attention to comprehend the mysteries of the Sword Drawing Art.
A bone-piercing cold wind blew from the mountain stream, blowing the Taoist robe and landing on his body, giving off a bone-piercing chill.
However, with the circulation of the true qi in his body, this trace of coldness was immediately suppressed.
Four hours later, he finished his Qi Refinement and started practicing his swordsmanship.
"Tsk!"
The long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light swept up as it slashed at the air in front of him. A slight sound of air being torn sounded.
his sword
sheathed his sword
Unleash your sword again
No extra movements
It was to repeat the action of drawing the sword over and over again, like a wooden man.
As time passed, the speed of his sword became faster and faster.
"Is there any use in practicing the sword like this?"
At some point in time, the girl had arrived at the foot of the mountain. She was wearing a black warrior suit and a cloak. She was holding a long sword in her hand.
Xu Weixiong looked curiously at the young Taoist priest. The latter did not answer, nor did he even turn his head. He just continued to attack, retract, and then continue to attack.
The youngest uncle-master of Wudang Sect, who was the most senior, walked over with the green bull and looked at Lin Xuan's sword cultivation method.
His brows were tightly furrowed as he pondered.
Xu Weixiong did not disturb the young Taoist priest's sword practice. He just walked to the stool in the pavilion and sat down.
"Little Daoist, do you know what sword technique he practices?”
She looked at Lin Xuan's little uncle-master.
"I really don't know."
Little Daoist Hong shook his head.
"Playing tricks."
"Pretending to be mysterious."
Xu Weixiong snorted coldly.
Yesterday, she was shaken by Lin Xuan until her sword left her hand. With her personality, she was naturally unconvinced.
Therefore, after burning incense and praying early in the morning, he looked for Lin Xuan everywhere, preparing to get back at him.
Unfortunately, he couldn't find it even after searching Wudang Mountain. In the end, he had to use some tricks on the young Taoist priest surnamed Hong before he could force it out.
"Tsk!"
"Tsk!"
Every piece seemed ordinary, but Lin Xuan needed to gather 120% of his essence, qi, and spirit.
Thus, each sword attack required a large amount of mental energy, and he could not hold on for an hour.
All the strength in his body was drained, and his entire body was soaked in sweat.
"Tsk!"
He sheathed his sword and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He turned his head and looked at the girl in the pavilion. He frowned and said,""What's the matter?"
If possible, Lin Xuan did not want to have too much interaction with her now. Xu Weixiong's identity was too sensitive.
The closer they got, the easier it was for them to be involved in the bloody rain and wind of Jianghu and the temple. If they were not careful, they would not even know how they died.
"Naturally, I'm here to get back at you."
The young girl stood up and walked out of the pavilion.
"You are not my match."
The young Daoist shook his head.
Xu Weixiong felt an unknown fire in his heart. Her talent was unquestionable. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Her sword skills were even more brilliant.
When she was in Liangzhou, almost no one of her age could fight with her.
However, at this moment, the young Taoist priest in front of her was full of contempt for her. This made her face as cold as frost on the grass.
"Are you looking down on me?"
Xu Weixiong's eyes were filled with a faint killing intent.
"No, I haven't."
Lin Xuan denied,"I'm just telling the truth.”
The girl laughed in anger, but her laughter immediately stopped. She unsheathed her sword and stepped forward, stabbing at the young Taoist priest.
The sword swept up a cold light, and its speed was extremely fast.
"The truth always hurts the most."
He curled his lips.
"Tsk!"
next moment
A long sword flew out of Xu Weixiong's hand. His body suddenly stopped. Two inches away from her forehead, there was a long sword with a cold blade.
From the beginning to the end, she did not see clearly how the young Taoist priest opposite her drew his sword.
In a flash, the victor was decided.
"Good Martial Nephew, be careful.”
Not far away, Wudang Sect's Youngest Uncle was shocked and hurriedly shouted,"This is the God of Wealth of our Wudang Sect.”
"If you hurt her, you can only eat cabbage with water for every meal in the future.”
"Do you believe me now?"
Lin Xuan looked at the girl. Her body was stiff, and her eyes were slightly unfocused.
"Tsk!"
The long sword trembled and then returned to its sheath.
After a while, Xu Weixiong came back to his senses. He picked up the sword and said calmly,"I lost."
No matter how high her ambition was, no matter how talented she was, she had to admit that this young Taoist priest of the same age as her was abnormally strong in swordsmanship.
"He must have deliberately let me win yesterday.”
Thinking of this, the Second Commandery Princess of the Northern Liang gritted her teeth and asked with a dark face,""Why did you let me win yesterday?"
"Didn't Little Uncle-Master say it just now? You are our God of Fortune."
Lin Xuan's words made her even angrier.
"What sword technique did you use just now?" he asked, suppressing his anger.”
" Ordinary sword technique."
The young Taoist priest chuckled.
"Good Martial Nephew, don't anger her anymore.”
Little Uncle-Master came over and pointed at the foot of the mountain, saying softly,""There are still five hundred Snowy Dragon Cavalry there.”
"Little Daoist, am I that kind of petty person?”
" Hmph!" Xu Weixiong snorted coldly." There's nothing much to say if you're not as good as him. But this battle isn't over yet."”
"What else do you want to compete in?"
Lin Xuan was curious.
The young girl flicked her sleeves and left.
"He's finally gone."
Youngest Uncle watched her disappear on the path and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Little Uncle-Master, you actually betrayed me.”
A sinister voice sounded in his ears. Facing Lin Xuan's questioning gaze, Little Uncle-Master led the green bull and fled without looking back.
About an hour later, Xu Weixiong returned with the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
"Little Daoist, my sword skills are inferior to yours. Now, let's not compete in sword skills but in these. Do you dare?”
She raised her eyebrows.
"No,"
Lin Xuan shook his head.
Unfortunately, it was not something he could compete with just because he wanted to. In the end, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
"You lost."
"You lost."
"You lost."
"You lost."
In the pavilion, the girl became even more proud, and Lin Xuan's expression became darker and darker.
Several hours passed. In the evening, the two of them played the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry.
In the end, there was no doubt that Lin Xuan could not defeat Xu Weixiong, this talented woman.
Apart from the sword technique, he lost all the other eight matches.
"Little Daoist, what else do you know besides swordsmanship?”
Looking at the deflated young Taoist priest, the young girl held her belly and laughed. She finally held her head high and felt relieved.
Lin Xuan snorted coldly and simply kept quiet.
(With the support of some fresh flowers)
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